Liz plasters you against her body
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 33
by
CrankoWanko
Liz continued smiling as she spoke slowly, "Oh well! I guess if you've made up your mind, there's nothing I can do." Liz huffed dramatically, her breasts shaking as she did so, before she bent down and reached for her clothes on the bench next to you. You sighed, hoping that perhaps Liz was being sincere and would leave you alone for now. You tried to take your eyes off Liz to get a moment of rest but it was difficult; her movements were very tantalizing, for one, and you also didn't trust her enough to let her out of your sight for a moment, for two. Once Liz was leaning over the bench, each of her enormous breasts hanging overhead like a planet, she exclaimed, "Oh! But, while I still have you here, Mr. Trainer..." You gawped up at the giant girl nervously, only to see her grinning back down at you over her breasts. You knew whatever she was about to ask of you wouldn't be good.
"What do you think of the top I picked out for our next session?" Liz asked sweetly, holding up a tiny little piece of cloth that you presumed to be the top in question. You honestly didn't believe Liz would fit into it, it looked more like a rubber band than an actual piece of clothing. You tried to suggest as much to her, "Liz, don't you think, um, that top is a little small for you?" Liz looked down at her enormous breasts, and then over to the tiny piece of material, as that honestly hadn't occurred to her.
Suddenly Liz grinned widely, "Hmm, you're right, it probably IS too small... I guess I'll need someone to help me squeeze into it!" Your mouth practically fell open as Liz's mental gymnastics completely turned your argument back against you. Liz plucked your shocked body from the ground with two fingers and stood straight up, singing, "And I know juuuust who can help me!" Liz brought you in front of her chest, until the tip of your cock was very nearly brushing up against her nipple.
Liz smiled and, for once, brought you up to her face, "Here, hold on just a second while I get the tube top over my arms, Mr. Trainer." Normally she kept you down by her chest, as if she liked feeling taller than you, so this was the first time you were able to look at her face-to-face. She was incredibly beautiful, with silky red hair and thick, even redder lips. Liz eyed your naked body with amusement as you were brought closer to her mouth, and she began puckering her lips. You screamed, suddenly afraid she was going to eat you or something, when instead you were squashed against Liz's smooth lips. You were flattened against the giant girls smooth mouth, and as she pressed at your backside to keep you in place, you felt your erection pressing it's way between her lips, into her mouth. Liz giggled softly, before she sucked your waist into her mouth. With you secured against her juicy lips, Liz let go of you and began wiggling the tube top over her shoulders.
As she finagled the tiny ring of clothing over each shoulder, the giantess's tongue began stirring. You were trying to push Liz's smooth, warm lips away from your face, when a sucking sensation pulled your lower body even further in, until your genitals were completely inside. Your face was buried under Liz's smooth lip, as suddenly you felt her wet, slippery tongue rubbing across your lower body. You heard Liz humming casually as her tongue ran up and down your firm erection repeatedly, as if playing with it. Liz continued wiggling her way into the tiny tube top as she sucked on you like a lollipop, ignoring your attempts to push yourself free from her mouth. Liz seemed to be enjoying herself very much, as she continued licking and slurping at your cock hungrily for several minutes.
Then, without warning, Liz spat you onto her hand unapologetically, and said cheerfully, "There, I got it as far as I can on my own. Now I need your help, Mr. Trainer!" Liz held you out at arms length, causing you to roll helplessly along her hand as she held you out for a better view of her outfit. You gasped for breath as you sat up and wondered how the hell could this bitch so casually suck on you like a piece of candy, as if she didn't care for your dignity whatsoever. You were about to give Liz a piece of your mind when you caught sight of the tube top she had put on, and you lost your train of thought. It was absolutely tiny... it looked like Liz had attempted to stuff her at least EE sized breasts into a top that was clearly meant for someone with a B sized chest, and then given up halfway through. The tube top went as high as Liz's armpits, and as low as her nipples, but it looked like Liz had been unable to get it any further down around her gigantic breasts than that. The top was clearly already being stretched to its absolute limit by Liz's flesh, but it wasn't strong enough to keep her melons from wobbling with every movement she made.
Still gaping, you tried to say, "Liz, that top is WAY too small!" but half of your words came out as distracted mumbling.
Liz giggled at your attempts at speech, "I know! That's why I need a big strong man to help me with it!" and she pulled you closer to her chest. You were suddenly held in front of Liz's cleavage, where her two breasts were being smushed together by the restrictive tube top. You felt your erection defiantly waving in the air as you stammered, "I d-don't think I'll be able to help you v-very much with your um, problem, Liz..." You nervously contemplated the size of Liz's bosom; from your point of view, the vast underside of each breast looked larger than a building. How you were supposed to help this stupid but curvacious girl with her tight clothing, you had no idea.
Liz looked coyly down between the canyon of her cleavage at you, as if she had no idea why you would be hesitant, "Why not, Mr. Trainer? All you have to do is give them a big squeeze for me so I can get my top over them! Then we can move on with your gym lessons or whatever."
You blushed as you tried to ignore the very slight wobbling of Liz's beautiful, perky breasts, and argued, "What if I get stuck?"
Liz scoffed and rolled her eyes impatiently, "Ugh, I'll get you out as soon as I get my top on! Sheesh."
You were about to ask for a better reassurance than that, but then Liz pulled her hand closer, until you were actually between her breasts. As you were inserted into the space of flesh between each of Liz's enormous breasts, she explained, "I just need you to, like, hold my big boobs down so I can pull the top over them. They're too big for me to get on my own!"
You angrily shouted up at Liz, "Why don't you just get a bigger shirt!?" but you were cut off halfway through as Liz began pulling her tube top down, which immediately squished her breasts together and smothered your face between them. You put your arms and legs out to the sides, hoping to prevent Liz's hand from sinking your body any further into her jostling cleavage. Your new posture had the noticeable side effect of sticking your raging erection straight forwards, where it was pressed between each of Liz's tits.
Liz's left hand pinned you in place against her flesh as her right hand began slowly but deliberately began sliding her tube top down over each breast, inch by inch. Every movement sent vibrations though her bosom, which reverberated against your whole body distractingly. After a minute you heard Liz excitedly cry out, "Almost got it!" as you felt the stretchy fabric of her tube top slide down over your hands. Liz pulled the top further, slowly covering your body, until she pulled her hand away. You were hoping that you'd be pulled free by Liz, but she seemed to be concentrating entirely on her clothing, and had left you trapped against her cleavage instead. You tried to shout up at Liz, but the edge of her tube top slid behind your head, pushing your face forwards into the giant girl's awaiting cleavage. Liz continued indifferently yanking her tube top down, her breasts becoming more and more tightly packed into the small bit of fabric as she went. By the time she had gotten the tube top over her nipples, you were wrapped in the stretchy fabric down to your waist. The fabric's stretchiness forced your body forwards into Liz's jiggling flesh, as it attempted to constrict back to its normal size. You were positioned against the front of Liz's two breasts, but the tightness of the fabric had forced them together tightly in the confines of Liz's clothing. Your hands and legs remained splayed against the frontside of Liz's breasts, but your cock and face had sunken in slightly, being massaged from either side by Liz's chest.
After several minutes, you felt a sudden jiggle, and Liz's voice cheered, "THERE! I got it, haha!" There was more shaking and bouncing as Liz posed in the changing room mirror, admiring the tight fit of the clothing against her curvy body. You waited for Liz to reach in and pull you out, as she promised, but after another minute of remaining squashed face-first against the gigantic broad's tits, you began to fear she wasn't coming for you. You heard Liz ask, "Thanks for the help, Mr. Trainer! I couldn't have gotten this cute top over my big boobies without your help!" The tube top, now that it was in place, covered maybe half of Liz's chest, and was so tight that it was compressing her breasts back against her chest tightly, a fact which you were experiencing first-hand.
You attempted to shout out for Liz's attention, but your voice was muffled by her flesh. Liz put her hands on her hips and gave a little bounce, sending another jolt of motion through you, as she asked innocently, "Mr. Trainer? Where'd you go?" Had Liz seriously forgotten about you already!? She couldn't be THAT stupid... You wiggled back and forth, hoping to get her attention, but your struggles didn't amount to much more than rubbing yourself against her warm skin.
"What do you think of the top I picked out for our next session?" Liz asked sweetly, holding up a tiny little piece of cloth that you presumed to be the top in question. You honestly didn't believe Liz would fit into it, it looked more like a rubber band than an actual piece of clothing. You tried to suggest as much to her, "Liz, don't you think, um, that top is a little small for you?" Liz looked down at her enormous breasts, and then over to the tiny piece of material, as that honestly hadn't occurred to her.
Suddenly Liz grinned widely, "Hmm, you're right, it probably IS too small... I guess I'll need someone to help me squeeze into it!" Your mouth practically fell open as Liz's mental gymnastics completely turned your argument back against you. Liz plucked your shocked body from the ground with two fingers and stood straight up, singing, "And I know juuuust who can help me!" Liz brought you in front of her chest, until the tip of your cock was very nearly brushing up against her nipple.
Liz smiled and, for once, brought you up to her face, "Here, hold on just a second while I get the tube top over my arms, Mr. Trainer." Normally she kept you down by her chest, as if she liked feeling taller than you, so this was the first time you were able to look at her face-to-face. She was incredibly beautiful, with silky red hair and thick, even redder lips. Liz eyed your naked body with amusement as you were brought closer to her mouth, and she began puckering her lips. You screamed, suddenly afraid she was going to eat you or something, when instead you were squashed against Liz's smooth lips. You were flattened against the giant girls smooth mouth, and as she pressed at your backside to keep you in place, you felt your erection pressing it's way between her lips, into her mouth. Liz giggled softly, before she sucked your waist into her mouth. With you secured against her juicy lips, Liz let go of you and began wiggling the tube top over her shoulders.
As she finagled the tiny ring of clothing over each shoulder, the giantess's tongue began stirring. You were trying to push Liz's smooth, warm lips away from your face, when a sucking sensation pulled your lower body even further in, until your genitals were completely inside. Your face was buried under Liz's smooth lip, as suddenly you felt her wet, slippery tongue rubbing across your lower body. You heard Liz humming casually as her tongue ran up and down your firm erection repeatedly, as if playing with it. Liz continued wiggling her way into the tiny tube top as she sucked on you like a lollipop, ignoring your attempts to push yourself free from her mouth. Liz seemed to be enjoying herself very much, as she continued licking and slurping at your cock hungrily for several minutes.
Then, without warning, Liz spat you onto her hand unapologetically, and said cheerfully, "There, I got it as far as I can on my own. Now I need your help, Mr. Trainer!" Liz held you out at arms length, causing you to roll helplessly along her hand as she held you out for a better view of her outfit. You gasped for breath as you sat up and wondered how the hell could this bitch so casually suck on you like a piece of candy, as if she didn't care for your dignity whatsoever. You were about to give Liz a piece of your mind when you caught sight of the tube top she had put on, and you lost your train of thought. It was absolutely tiny... it looked like Liz had attempted to stuff her at least EE sized breasts into a top that was clearly meant for someone with a B sized chest, and then given up halfway through. The tube top went as high as Liz's armpits, and as low as her nipples, but it looked like Liz had been unable to get it any further down around her gigantic breasts than that. The top was clearly already being stretched to its absolute limit by Liz's flesh, but it wasn't strong enough to keep her melons from wobbling with every movement she made.
Still gaping, you tried to say, "Liz, that top is WAY too small!" but half of your words came out as distracted mumbling.
Liz giggled at your attempts at speech, "I know! That's why I need a big strong man to help me with it!" and she pulled you closer to her chest. You were suddenly held in front of Liz's cleavage, where her two breasts were being smushed together by the restrictive tube top. You felt your erection defiantly waving in the air as you stammered, "I d-don't think I'll be able to help you v-very much with your um, problem, Liz..." You nervously contemplated the size of Liz's bosom; from your point of view, the vast underside of each breast looked larger than a building. How you were supposed to help this stupid but curvacious girl with her tight clothing, you had no idea.
Liz looked coyly down between the canyon of her cleavage at you, as if she had no idea why you would be hesitant, "Why not, Mr. Trainer? All you have to do is give them a big squeeze for me so I can get my top over them! Then we can move on with your gym lessons or whatever."
You blushed as you tried to ignore the very slight wobbling of Liz's beautiful, perky breasts, and argued, "What if I get stuck?"
Liz scoffed and rolled her eyes impatiently, "Ugh, I'll get you out as soon as I get my top on! Sheesh."
You were about to ask for a better reassurance than that, but then Liz pulled her hand closer, until you were actually between her breasts. As you were inserted into the space of flesh between each of Liz's enormous breasts, she explained, "I just need you to, like, hold my big boobs down so I can pull the top over them. They're too big for me to get on my own!"
You angrily shouted up at Liz, "Why don't you just get a bigger shirt!?" but you were cut off halfway through as Liz began pulling her tube top down, which immediately squished her breasts together and smothered your face between them. You put your arms and legs out to the sides, hoping to prevent Liz's hand from sinking your body any further into her jostling cleavage. Your new posture had the noticeable side effect of sticking your raging erection straight forwards, where it was pressed between each of Liz's tits.
Liz's left hand pinned you in place against her flesh as her right hand began slowly but deliberately began sliding her tube top down over each breast, inch by inch. Every movement sent vibrations though her bosom, which reverberated against your whole body distractingly. After a minute you heard Liz excitedly cry out, "Almost got it!" as you felt the stretchy fabric of her tube top slide down over your hands. Liz pulled the top further, slowly covering your body, until she pulled her hand away. You were hoping that you'd be pulled free by Liz, but she seemed to be concentrating entirely on her clothing, and had left you trapped against her cleavage instead. You tried to shout up at Liz, but the edge of her tube top slid behind your head, pushing your face forwards into the giant girl's awaiting cleavage. Liz continued indifferently yanking her tube top down, her breasts becoming more and more tightly packed into the small bit of fabric as she went. By the time she had gotten the tube top over her nipples, you were wrapped in the stretchy fabric down to your waist. The fabric's stretchiness forced your body forwards into Liz's jiggling flesh, as it attempted to constrict back to its normal size. You were positioned against the front of Liz's two breasts, but the tightness of the fabric had forced them together tightly in the confines of Liz's clothing. Your hands and legs remained splayed against the frontside of Liz's breasts, but your cock and face had sunken in slightly, being massaged from either side by Liz's chest.
After several minutes, you felt a sudden jiggle, and Liz's voice cheered, "THERE! I got it, haha!" There was more shaking and bouncing as Liz posed in the changing room mirror, admiring the tight fit of the clothing against her curvy body. You waited for Liz to reach in and pull you out, as she promised, but after another minute of remaining squashed face-first against the gigantic broad's tits, you began to fear she wasn't coming for you. You heard Liz ask, "Thanks for the help, Mr. Trainer! I couldn't have gotten this cute top over my big boobies without your help!" The tube top, now that it was in place, covered maybe half of Liz's chest, and was so tight that it was compressing her breasts back against her chest tightly, a fact which you were experiencing first-hand.
You attempted to shout out for Liz's attention, but your voice was muffled by her flesh. Liz put her hands on her hips and gave a little bounce, sending another jolt of motion through you, as she asked innocently, "Mr. Trainer? Where'd you go?" Had Liz seriously forgotten about you already!? She couldn't be THAT stupid... You wiggled back and forth, hoping to get her attention, but your struggles didn't amount to much more than rubbing yourself against her warm skin.
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